Cecilia's pov
I froze in the doorway, instantly wide awake.
The fog of exhaustion that had been clouding my brain vanished like morning mist under a blowtorch.
Had I been even slightly more alert, I would've heard the voices before barging in.
Sebastian and Amara stood on opposite sides of his bed, locked in what was clearly a heated confrontation.
Sebastian's face was thunderous, dark with barely contained rage.
Amara looked utterly humiliated, wearing nothing but a thin camisole top.
Both heads whipped toward me at my entrance.
"Cecilia..." Sebastian strode toward me, his expression shifting.
I held up a hand, stopping him mid-step.
"No need to explain. Beta Sawyer asked me to wake you. Clearly, Miss Amara beat me to it."
I kept my tone smooth, professional, and just sharp eno
